fragment. i love that word - a piece
of a thing that should be whole.
but is not, is something scattered, does not belong.
sharp, yes, sharp like daggers
in your back. sharp, like glass in your foot.
i aged enough to understand that you
will step on fragments and the crimson flow
can be glorious in its viscosity.
but i can watch, too,
as they also become
prisms, splitting my light in all directions.
these fragments, i hold them in my mouth
on my tongue -
cutting, piercing, leaving
12 new holes for me to swallow.
©️ NJP 2022
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That second stanza is
That second stanza is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Starward
These have I encountered,
These have I encountered, shards and slivers and even fine splinters - playing in sandalled feet, whence a shard of a bottle's base sliced through my heel.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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